109. MacD 007

I take my ten bucks into McD on The Strand.

Turns out it’s the homeless MacD.

I’ve got a back pack and a laptop bag with my certificates in – I don’t look homeless…yet.

I’m not an alcoholic.

I’m unshaven.

My hair’s longer than it’s been for a while.

MacD’s only £1 for a tea.

Everytime you buy one you get a little sticker, and every 10 stickers you get a free one.

Collecting these stickers becomes a hobby for the homeless.

Most people throw away their cup without using the sticker, so getting a free tea in MacD becomes quite easy.

I order my tea.

Once you order you get a number.

Then you gotta wait with your number for your order.

My number’s 053.

That reminds me of Isaiah chapter 53: The Suffering Servant Song.

I start to recite it as I wait:

Who has believed our report

And to whom has the arm of The LORD been revealed?

I look down at the email address on the receipt:

007@macdonalds.com

Get the fuk outa here?!

Ok, Mr. Fox.

So, MacDonalds is part of the reality film set.

I gotcha.

I smile inwardly.

Laugh, even.

A girl in uniform calls my number.

I take my tea to a seat at the window, collecting a handful of sugar on the way.

The email is double ‘o’ fuken 7.

LOL.

Fuk you, Mr. Fox!

Author: Mark Dark

Actor turned Christian missionary turns his back on his Hollywood dreams to combat sex trafficking in Cambodia – and finds himself tangled up in gang culture and a surreal internal world of drugs psychosis. Based on true events.